That title was supposed to be sung to the tune of "Follow the yellow brick road". Did you get that? I thought that was clever but then realized that probably didn't translate.
The girls didn't have school AGAIN because of the snow, even though there wasn't enough for school to be canceled in my opinion. I arrived at their house at 12:30 again. The second I arrived, the mom informed me that W's friend was coming over in half an hour and they wanted to have a tea party using M's nice tea set which I could find in her room and she told me that she had laid out sweets for them. The girls were eating lunch (chocolate croissants) at the kitchen table and watching "Arthur" on TV. They NEVER watch TV. I look at what the sweets are that the mom has put out for their tea party and it's brownies and cookies. Here they are eating chocolate croissants for lunch and they're going to have MORE sugar and chocolate in half an hour. Does she not worry about their diet at all?! She lets them eat so unhealthily it makes me upset. Nevermind the fact that I'M the one who's going to be dealing with them once they've had all that sugar.
The mom is really giving me a lot more responsibility. I'm glad she's trusting of me and lets me take charge of situations more than she used to. Instead of feeling like the fourth wheel I feel as if I'm turning the wheel. Did that make sense? That was pretty poetic and deep in a bad way.
W's friend, D, came over and the girls made a fort out of blankets while I made the tea and set it up nicely on a tray. They wanted to have the tea party on M's floor and I let them as long as they were careful with the crumbs. M's tea set was a beautiful china set that looked as if it had never been touched before.
I took pictures of the snow from the dining room windows in the meantime because the park and trees were blanketed in snow and the view was beautiful.
After their tea party my girls wanted to color in their coloring books but D wanted to play with playmobile. I could tell D wanted someone else to play with because playmobile's no fun to play by yourself. I told W she needed to play with D because she was her guest and that's what's polite. W whined about it and I told her that was rude because D was her friend and she needed to cater to her wants. Teaching her basic manners....these are important things that will serve her well for her entire life. She'll thank me later.
Once D left M said she wanted to go to the Museum of Natural History and I thought that was a great idea because I was anxious to get out of the house....and because I had never been and really wanted to see it for free. The mom renewed their family membership online and so we were able to just walk across the street and go for free. (It's crazy how much I had to bundle them up to prepare them for walking literally right across the street). There was a special exhibit on the Silk Road that they wanted to see. The next time they were letting people in was at 4:30 and I figured that would be too late because their bathtime is at 4:45 and dinner is at 6. I called the mom anyway because they looked like they were about to cry when I said we couldn't do it. M actually did start tearing up. The mom, to my surprise, said that was fine and they perked up immediately. They were really testing my patience because M kept running ahead and I was scared I was going to lose sight of her. They would whine about taking pictures and about certain places within the museum they wanted to see. I was ready to go home because I was hoping they wouldn't be acting like spoiled brats at home. The exhibit was cool except I didn't get to read much about it because the girls weren't interested in reading about any of it; they just wanted to skim through and see the main attractions.
They acted much better once we got home. W is obsessed with me doing splits every time I wear leggings. Whenever I wear them she asks me to do the splits and makes me hold it there until she says "go". It sucks.
Everything from then on was normal. The mom asked if I would stay until 8:20pm from now on because T has been leaving late and M hasn't had her whole half hour of reading time. I don't mind. I like Harry Potter.
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It seems like their mother spoils them with sweets and toys to make up for her own lack of connection with them. It's like it's the only way she knows to make them happy. It's ok for kids to have sweets for snacks sometimes, but having them in place of a meal is ridiculous. There aren't any nutrients in a chocolate croissant. Why can't she just teach her kids to like peanut butter sandwhiches instead?
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